𐙚⋆ PAIRING ⋅ lara raj x 7th member!reader ⋅ WORD COUNT 4051 words ⋅ TAGS ⋅ !!MDNI!! ⋅ angst, jealousy, enemies to lovers, ur both mean to eachother, nsfw content, making out, oral, scissoring, etc.. <𝟑 .ᐟ
⤷ ゛SYNOPSIS ˎˊ˗ in which... you and lara have spent years trying to outdo each other. somewhere between the pranks, arguments, and stolen kisses, the line between enemies and something else disappeared.
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it wasn’t obvious at first. yeah, you and lara would always try to outsing each other during the monthly evaluations back in dream academy, both of you pretending you weren’t paying attention to the other’s performance even though everyone knew you were. if she changed a run, you’d suddenly have a new one ready. if you held a note a little longer than usual, she’d somehow manage to hold hers even longer the next month. neither of you ever admitted it was a competition. you didn’t have to. everyone else could see it without either of you saying a word.
and then there was everything else. the constant arguing. the constant blaming. one day it was because lara had “accidentally” stomped on your foot during practice, and she swore you were being dramatic because it barely even hurt. another day it was because she showed up late after every single alarm on her phone mysteriously disappeared. she looked at you the second she found out. “you did it.”
“i literally wasn’t even near your phone.”
“you’re lying.”
“prove it.”
she couldn’t. you still deny it to this day. but she knows. and you know she knows. for some reason, that just made it funnier.
“they’ll get over it,” everyone said whenever another argument broke out. they were wrong. they couldn’t have been more wrong.
because somehow, years later, you and lara had managed to become hxg’s biggest headache. every meeting somehow circled back to the two of you. every manager had tried talking to you separately, together, before schedules, after schedules, in practice rooms, in offices. there had been long conversations, short conversations, messages in group chats, private messages, and lectures that lasted longer than they needed to. nothing worked. if anything, the two of you only found more things to argue about.
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at exactly 5:23 a.m., a loud scream ripped through the silence of the katseye house.
every bedroom door flew open within seconds. confused voices echoed down the hallway as everyone stumbled out half asleep, trying to figure out if someone had gotten hurt or if the house was on fire.
except one person.
lara raj.
she was sitting on her bed, trying so hard to hold back her laughter that her shoulders were shaking. she had been waiting for this ever since last night when she’d quietly slipped into your room with a container of glitter in one hand and the biggest grin on her face. every hoodie. every pair of jeans. every shirt hanging in your closet. she’d made sure every single one had at least a little glitter on it before sneaking back to her room like nothing had happened.
the scream made it completely worth it. she didn’t even bother pretending to be concerned. instead, she listened.
three…
two…
one…
heavy footsteps stormed down the hallway. her grin somehow got even wider. the door slammed open so hard it bounced against the wall. “are you serious!?” you yelled, marching straight into her room before throwing the pile of glitter covered clothes onto her bed. the second they landed, glitter exploded everywhere. lara’s smile disappeared for exactly half a second.
“…hey.”
“you did this, you-”
“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” lara interrupted, shrugging as if she had absolutely nothing to do with it. the smug smile was already back on her face. “looks like you have a glitter problem.”
“oh, yes you do!”
before she could say anything else, you climbed onto the bed and shoved her back against the mattress, pinning her wrists above her head.
lara blinked once. then smiled.
“oh?” she said, completely unbothered. “if you wanted to get in my pants, you could’ve just said so.
“ugh! you are the most insufferable-"
“person you’ve ever met?” lara finished for you. “yeah, i’ve heard that one about a million times.”
before you could even think of another insult, she leaned up just enough to press a quick kiss against your lips.
your brain stopped working.
while you were still processing what had just happened, lara shoved you off the bed. you landed on the floor with an offended groan.
“now get out so i can get ready,” she said, brushing imaginary dust off her sleeves like nothing had happened. “you’re very noisy, did you know that?” you shot her the biggest glare you could manage while standing back up.
“and you’re an annoying brat.”
lara only laughed. “see you at breakfast.”
you slammed the door behind you.
she laughed even harder.
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you still hadn’t shown up.
practice had started 25 minutes ago, and every few minutes someone would glance at the door before looking back at lara.
she looked completely unbothered. actually, she looked proud of herself. “now look at what you’ve done,” sophia said, crossing her arms as she stared at her. lara rolled her eyes. “it’s not my fault she couldn’t handle a harmless prank.” “a harmless prank?” sophia repeated. “you covered her entire wardrobe in glitter.”
“okay, first of all, i sprinkled glitter.”
“…lara.”
“there’s a difference.”
“you need to apologize.”
lara looked at her like she’d just suggested something ridiculous. “apologize?” she scoffed. “i never got an apology when she replaced my toothpaste with soap.”
“that was months ago."
“exactly. i’m still waiting.”
daniela let out a laugh she immediately tried to hide.
“don’t encourage her,” sophia sighed.
“i’m just saying,” lara continued, throwing her hands up, “everyone acts like i’m the villain every single time. do you know how disgusting mint flavored soap is?”
before anyone could argue back, the practice room door slammed open.
every head turned.
you walked in without saying a word, your steps loud enough to make it obvious you were still angry. your bag hit the floor beside the back wall with a heavy thud before you immediately started brushing glitter off your top for what had to be the hundredth time that morning. it was still everywhere. your sleeves. your pants. somehow even your shoes. every swipe only seemed to uncover another piece. you let out a quiet, frustrated groan before looking up.
straight at lara.
she had the nerve to smile.
you glared harder.
she smiled even wider.
your instructor looked between the two of you for exactly one second before clapping once. “positions.”
just like that, whatever fight was happening had to wait. you took your place without another word, still shooting one last glare at lara as you walked past her. she leaned over just enough for only you to hear. “there’s still glitter in your hair.” you didn’t even look at her. “i’m going to shave yours off while you sleep."
“…see?” lara mumbled to herself, fighting another grin. “she still likes my jokes.”
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later that night, when everyone was either asleep or too exhausted to leave their rooms, you quietly slipped out into the hallway. you've memorized the floor plan so well you could walk it blindfolded, which is good, because the rage still simmering under your skin makes everything else blur.
her door clicks shut behind you without a sound. you're good at this. months of practice, of late night confrontations and quieter things neither of you would admit to, have made you an expert at slipping into lara's room undetected.
she's on her side, facing away. the phone in her hand casts a blue glow across her shoulder, illuminating the curve of her neck. she doesn't move when you step closer. doesn't flinch when you approach the bed.
not until the mattress dips under your weight.
the phone screen goes dark. she sets it down on the nightstand with deliberate slowness, and even in the dim light filtering through the curtains, you catch the way her lips curl before she even turns around.
her tongue runs across her bottom lip, slow, savoring. she rolls onto her back, then shifts to face you, her eyes finding yours in the dark. dark and amused, that familiar spark that makes you want to scream and kiss her at the same time.
"what brings you here, hm?" she tilts her head, hair spilling across the pillow.
"you know why i'm here."
you climb up her lap, thighs straddling her hips. the cotton of her sleep shorts is soft beneath your knees. her hands find your waist immediately, palms flat, fingers pressing into the curve of your hips, and she looks up at you with that smirk that makes your teeth grind.
"do i?" she asks.
you smash your lips into hers.
there's nothing gentle about it. your lips crash together, teeth clicking, and you bite her bottom lip just hard enough to make her gasp. the sound goes straight to your core. you use the opening, pushing your tongue into her mouth, and she meets you with equal force, her fingers digging into your hips, her nails pressing crescents through the fabric of your shirt.
the kiss is a fight. it's every argument you've ever had, every prank, every glare across the practice room, compressed into the press of your mouths. she tastes like mint and something sweeter underneath, and you hate how good it is. how right.
you break away first, gasping for air. your chest heaves against hers.
her mouth doesn't stop. it trails from your lips to the corner of your jaw, open mouthed and wet, her tongue dragging across the sensitive skin. she finds the pulse point beneath your ear and sucks, hard, and you feel the mark bloom under her mouth.
your hand combs into her hair, fingers threading through the dark strands. you let yourself enjoy the feeling for half a second before your fingers curl into a fist, taking a chunk of her hair, and yank her head back.
her neck arches, exposed. she looks up at you, eyes half lidded, that smirk still playing at the corner of her lips even in this position.
"i didn't appreciate the stunt you pulled today," you say, holding her gaze.
"oh, you mean the glitter?" her voice is low, unrepentant. "sorry, pretty baby…i had to get you back somehow."
you scoff. the sound tears out of your throat.
you smash your lips to hers again.
this time the kiss is hungrier. she meets you with matching intensity, her tongue sliding against yours, her hands sliding down from your waist to grip your ass, pulling you tighter against her. the friction of her hips against yours sends a spark up your spine, and you start grinding against her without thinking, a slow roll of your hips that makes wet heat pool between your thighs.
a moan escapes your throat.
lara smiles against your mouth. she shifts her weight, and suddenly you're on your back, the air knocked from your lungs as she flips you onto the mattress. she hovers over you, her hair falling forward, framing her face in the dim light. her eyes travel down your body, slow, like she's unwrapping a gift.
"you're so pretty when you're mad at me," she murmurs.
she dips her head to your neck, her mouth hot against your skin. she kisses down the column of your throat, teeth grazing, tongue soothing. her fingers find the hem of your shirt and push it up, exposing your stomach to the cool air. she breaks the kiss just long enough to pull the shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere behind her. her eyes drop to your chest, and she makes a low sound in her throat.
her fingers find the clasp of your bra. it comes undone with a soft click. she slides the straps down your shoulders, and the fabric falls away, and her mouth is on you immediately, kissing across the swell of your tit, her tongue circling your nipple before she takes it into her mouth. she sucks gently, then harder, and your back arches off the mattress.
her hands find the waistband of your sleep shorts. she hooks her fingers into them, shorts and panties together, and pulls them down your legs in one smooth drag.
she spreads your legs open. her hands find the back of your thighs, fingers pressing into the soft flesh, pushing your knees toward your chest. she looks at you, wet and open and waiting, and the sound that comes out of her throat is almost animal.
she groans. low and deep. her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and when she speaks, her voice is rough. "look at you. so fucking wet for me."
she lowers her head.
her mouth presses a kiss to your clit, soft, almost teasing. then her tongue drags through your folds, flat and firm, from your entrance all the way up, and the sensation cuts through you like a blade. your hips jerk, a broken sound catching in your throat. she does it again, slower this time, savoring, her eyes never leaving yours.
her mouth closes around your clit, and she starts eating you out like she's been starved for it. her tongue moves in tight, focused circles, pressing, flicking, alternating with broad strokes that cover your entire pussy. she moans against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your core, and her grip on your thighs tightens as you squirm beneath her.
your hands find her hair, tangling in the dark strands. your hips roll against her mouth, chasing the pressure, and she gives it to you, harder, faster, her tongue dipping inside you before returning to your clit, sucking, licking, doing everything at once until your vision starts to blur.
you're close. you can feel it building, hot and tight in your stomach. but something isn't right. something's missing.
you tighten your grip on her hair and pull her face away from you.
she looks up, lips wet and shiny, chin slick. confusion flickers across her features, replaced by something curious as she meets your eyes.
"you're not being fair," you say, your voice breathless, uneven.
she tilts her head. "oh, i'm not?"
you shake your head. your eyes drop to her clothes, the oversized t-shirt she sleeps in, the loose shorts. she's still fully dressed while you're spread out beneath her, bare and aching.
the smirk returns. slowly, she sits up on her knees. she hooks her fingers into the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head in one fluid motion. her chest is bare, her skin golden in the dim light. she watches you watch her as she pushes her shorts down her hips, then her underwear, kicking them off without breaking eye contact.
she's beautiful. you hate how much you want her.
you reach up and cup her jaw, pulling her down to you. your mouths meet, softer this time, but no less desperate. she kisses you, and you taste yourself on her lips, and the intimacy of it makes your stomach clench.
she pulls your legs up, hooking your knees over her arms, spreading you wide. she positions herself above you, and then she lowers herself, her hips aligning with yours.
the first contact draws a moan from both of you.
her pussy is hot and slick against yours, the pressure sending a jolt through your entire body. she rocks her hips forward, and the sensation of her sliding against you, wetness against wetness, the press of her clit against yours, makes your toes curl.
the rhythm starts slow a push and pull as she moves her hips in tight, circular motions. her thighs press against yours, muscles flexing, and with each rock of her hips, she shifts her angle, her clit dragging against yours in a way that makes your breath catch every time. the friction builds, wet and warm, the sounds of her moving against you filling the room.
she watches your face as she moves, her dark eyes tracking every micro expression, every twitch of your lips. she shifts her angle, a millimeter, nothing more, and suddenly she's pressing exactly where you need her, the pressure against your clit sharp and perfect.
"like that," you gasp. "right there, don't stop-"
she doesn't. her pace increases, her hips rolling in a steady, relentless rhythm. she moves faster now, her thighs slick with both of your wetness, her breath coming in ragged pants that ghost across your lips. she's close. you can feel it in the way her movements grow sloppier, less controlled, more desperate.
you reach down between your bodies, your fingers finding where you're pressed together, and you rub your clit in tight, fast circles. the added pressure pushes you toward the edge, and lara groans when she feels your hand there.
"that's it," she breathes. "cum with me. right now."
the command tips you over. your orgasm hits hard, a sharp, sudden wave that tears a cry from your throat. your back arches, your thighs clamping around her hips, and she's right there with you, her body shuddering against yours, her moan swallowed by your mouth as she crashes into you, her release mixing with yours, wet and hot and perfect.
she collapses on top of you, her weight pressing you into the mattress. her face finds the crook of your neck, her breath warm and uneven against your skin. your arms wrap around her, one hand finding the back of her head, fingers threading through her damp hair.
the silence stretches.
she shifts, just enough to pull the sheet up over both of your bodies. she tucks it around you, her arm sliding under your head, the other wrapping around your waist, pulling you into the curve of her body.
"y'know," you whisper into the dark, your voice hoarse and quiet, "i'm gonna get you back for what you did."
her laugh vibrates against your shoulder blade. warm and unbothered.
hi Lulu! i love your fics. can you do a Lara x r fic that’s basically enemies with benefits? like Lara is mean to r and claims to not like her but then they’ve been booking up. pls pls mean Lara, smut and js whatever you’d like to add!
also is 🍀 available? if yes, can i be 🍀 anon? :3
hihihi 🍀 nonnie! ur so sweet tysm 🥹💗 i’ll be posting this tmrw 😝 i promise i didn’t ignore ur request!
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